You Will Breathe Again
As I was praying for our nation, I saw a snake (a sea serpent) slithering all around the feet of the people and it began to make its way up their bodies to their throat area and than wrap itself around the neck of the person tighter and tighter so that the entire air passage was closed off causing them to not be able to speak or breathe. I then saw another snake (a python) wrapping itself around the body of each person, squeezing the life out of them, until there was no life left. I saw the bones dry up and fall to the ground. But I heard the spirit of the Lord say; “I will breathe in you again. I will make a way where there seems to be no way. I will show you streams of living water in the desert place.”
I was then led to Ezekiel 37:1-6
The Lord took hold of me, and I was carried away by the Spirit of the Lord to a valley filled with bones. He led me all around among the bones that covered the valley floor. They were scattered everywhere across the ground and were completely dried out. Then he asked me, “Son of man, can these bones become living people again?” “Oh Sovereign Lord,” I replied, “you alone know the answer to that.” Then he said to me, “Speak a prophetic message to these bones and say, Dry bones, listen to the word of the Lord! This is what the Sovereign Lord says: Look! I am going to put breath into you and make you live again! I will put flesh and muscles on you and cover you with skin. I will put breath into you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the Lord.”
I Hear Your Cry
The wind of my spirit will move through the land
The wave of my healing will saturate the sand
It will come in a moment just as it arrived
this mighty affliction in which folks abide.
I will pour out my Spirit for the humble and blessed
have petitioned to heaven that the land be at rest
I have heard their cry that on me they rely.
What is sown shall be reaped from the quiet place
peace shall abide where chaos did rage
as the hand of your father is about to convey.
So come to me, stop your worry and fret
My arms have not shortened, nor my ear dull to hear
You’ve cried out from the valley of gloom and despair
have I not promised to meet you there?
You’ve cried out for the worry
You’ve cried out for the loss
that I will bring them one day to the cross
They worship a savior who still hangs on a tree
But I have risen the grave is empty.
By: Kathleen VonSeggern
Then they call to me, I will answer; I will be with them in trouble. I will rescue and honor them. Ps.91:15
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